Constant change is here to stay
Introducing, a fragmented post: So I got an A in Statistics. One of 6 people in a class of 30. Oh god, actually, that's really old news. Shame, I'm usually on top of everything (not. What the hell am I talking about). This class was supposed to punch me in the face 64.1 times. I guess that plan got put on hold.
I go back this Friday. My mother, incidentally, has recently told me to drop out of college and go pursue wood chopping in Alaska. She says this would give me more life-lessons. Bonus? Sometimes I really think I agree with her. (Serving beer in a Belgian pub was another one of her favorites).
And eventually my body was going to pull a stunt, this I knew. It's as if all the stress and physical torment I've collected through the months start to accumulate and unleash itself as one big horrifying monster during one particular focused time (usually a time when I should be feeling my best and the most relaxed). Slews of headaches, muscle pain, general exhaustion, among others - hello. Also? A strange obsession with cherries. Yes, that happened too.
What's the deal with everyone moving away? Technically, out of New Jersey? Maybe I started a trend when I up and flew down to the Churchbelt.
I spent time with lily22 on her birthday on August 8th which was so impossibly rad. And a slew of other lovely people I haven't seen in a full year or so. I gave her an egg (that is everything but edible. Oh, and it tells time. And glows. Sort of like a Tardis, only round and pocket-sized). I was sort of late (by like, an hour and thirty minutes, which for my record, counts as pretty darn oh-kay) because my father and I were apparently too engaged in our conversation about aerophysics to realize we were just sitting in the car and it wasn't actually moving anywhere.
The prices of college textbooks really kill me. Sharing is caring, kids, so why can't more people just let me borrow their things for 6 measly months at a time? I'd return it eventually. Utterly incomprehensible.
Also, why the fuck am I still pre-law. I'm so masochistic. I tell people I'm just a down-to-earth Liberal Arts, Political Science major but in reality I actually want to work in law, I always have, one way or another (despite the lousy pay and everything that comes along with lousy pay, for instance, "death by starvation" among other such cute things).
If I keep playing the NDS at the rate that I have I'm going to fail next semester. I mean, I've always been kind of obsessed with video games (particularly ones in the "MOST FANTASTICALLY UNREALISTIC COLLECTION OF SCENARIOS" category) but this summer? Ridiculous.
I go back this Friday. My mother, incidentally, has recently told me to drop out of college and go pursue wood chopping in Alaska. She says this would give me more life-lessons. Bonus? Sometimes I really think I agree with her. (Serving beer in a Belgian pub was another one of her favorites).
And eventually my body was going to pull a stunt, this I knew. It's as if all the stress and physical torment I've collected through the months start to accumulate and unleash itself as one big horrifying monster during one particular focused time (usually a time when I should be feeling my best and the most relaxed). Slews of headaches, muscle pain, general exhaustion, among others - hello. Also? A strange obsession with cherries. Yes, that happened too.
What's the deal with everyone moving away? Technically, out of New Jersey? Maybe I started a trend when I up and flew down to the Churchbelt.
I spent time with lily22 on her birthday on August 8th which was so impossibly rad. And a slew of other lovely people I haven't seen in a full year or so. I gave her an egg (that is everything but edible. Oh, and it tells time. And glows. Sort of like a Tardis, only round and pocket-sized). I was sort of late (by like, an hour and thirty minutes, which for my record, counts as pretty darn oh-kay) because my father and I were apparently too engaged in our conversation about aerophysics to realize we were just sitting in the car and it wasn't actually moving anywhere.
The prices of college textbooks really kill me. Sharing is caring, kids, so why can't more people just let me borrow their things for 6 measly months at a time? I'd return it eventually. Utterly incomprehensible.
Also, why the fuck am I still pre-law. I'm so masochistic. I tell people I'm just a down-to-earth Liberal Arts, Political Science major but in reality I actually want to work in law, I always have, one way or another (despite the lousy pay and everything that comes along with lousy pay, for instance, "death by starvation" among other such cute things).
If I keep playing the NDS at the rate that I have I'm going to fail next semester. I mean, I've always been kind of obsessed with video games (particularly ones in the "MOST FANTASTICALLY UNREALISTIC COLLECTION OF SCENARIOS" category) but this summer? Ridiculous.